I sat at home for the third day after my wife and the love of my life had left on her business trip. I kept consoling myself with the fact that she would be home in a week and a half. This may sound sappy, but the truth was that this would mark the longest we had been apart since we first started becoming close back in college. We had been just friends for the first three years followed by two-year courtship of official dating. Now, after five years of marriage, we were approaching a decade of each other's company.
To say that two weeks apart as being the longest we've been apart is quite an accomplishment. In all that time, we've had a strong romance and an amazing sex life. So naturally, this will also mark the longest we've gone without sex together since we first became intimate. I trust my wife fully in this time apart which many would find hard to believe given Stacy's history before we met.
To call, my loving wife a slut would be a severe understatement. Her circle of friends in college (many of whom she'd known since middle school) were known around campus as the easiest fucks in a three-state distance, and Stacy was the biggest slut of them all. Thus, she had been their leader orchestrating all manner of lewd sexcapades. All that had changed once we became lovers. Naturally, most folks would assume that she had continued to fuck around yet behind my back. I do not believe this to be the case. As I said before, I trust my wife.
I really lucked out when I got involved with Stacy. I've never been too socially inclined. I do have a circle of my own friends whom I've been close to since my early teens and whom I still get together with regularly to play Pathfinder. However, despite my job as an accountant, I'm not a stereotypical nerd. I follow the NFL pretty regularly and have taken Stacy to many games of my Jets. Plus, I work out enough to keep an average physique and enjoy biking around on a regular basis. This makes the conversation I had with Stacy all the more mystifying the evening before she left on her trip.
As we sat eating dinner before going to our bed to make love, she had laid out her plan for the next two weeks. My loving wife and partner of almost ten years had given me a Hallpass. For those not familiar, I'll elaborate. A hallpass is when one partner is allowed a period of time to do whatever they wish with whomever they wish with no repercussions. In essence, you can fuck whomever you want during the period and your partner agrees not to hold it against you.
I love and enjoy my wife, so she's always been more than enough for me, so this offer threw me for a loop. However, Stacy was adamant about it. She insisted that I take her up on the hallpass and not let the opportunity slip by. However, as I said before, I'm not a particularly social creature. Thus, I wouldn't know the first place to look to find another woman to fuck, and I said as much when I talked to Stacy the previous night as she inquired as to the status of my hunt. I could tell that she was becoming frustrated with me and warned me that she would do something drastic to motivate me if I didn't get my ass in gear soon.
All this went through my mind as I sat lounging on the sofa in front of the TV while indulging in a Flash, Supergirl, Arrow marathon. I knew that such threats were never idle where Stacy was concerned, but I trusted her enough to not go too far. I knew she would never betray me.
I was pulled from my contemplations by the doorbell chiming. Curious, I rose and padded to the front door in a pair of sweats and my favorite Justice League tee. Today being Tuesday, it had been a light day which meant that I'd knocked off work a little early. With it being about five in the afternoon, I was perplexed as to who could be at the door, but we lived in a fairly safe neighborhood, so I felt ok with opening the door sans checking the peephole first.
The sight that greeted me was stunning. Five-inch hot red stiletto heels accentuated long slim legs that led up to a micro mini skirt. The barely there skirt ended just under the curve of a spectacular round bubble butt while also just managing to cover the hot crotch in front. This led to an exposed mid drift that was laid bare due to a tight, sheer half blouse that matched the skirt and heels in crimson hue. The tits that obviously didn't have a bra restraining them because of how they jiggled with each movement I gauged to be around a 36E.
To anyone else, they'd seem large, but I was used to my wife's GGs, so I was aroused yet unimpressed. Honey blonde hair framed a face that would normally be exceptionally beautiful if said continence weren't scowling at me. Then again, I was used to such looks from Sophia.
"Hey there, Soph. What's up?"
"I've told you a thousand times not to call me that. Are you gonna let me in or not, dweeb?"
I was sorely tempted to just slam the door in her face. I've tried exceedingly hard over the years to get on Sophia's good side but have never managed to succeed. The only reason why I continued to put up with such outright hostility is the fact that she had been Stacy's best friend since kindergarten. Sighing profoundly because I knew that my marathon night was an impossibility now, I widened the door space as I stepped back and gestured her inside.
Rather than a thank you, all I received was an eye-roll and a huff as she stalked past me, her heels stabbing sharp clicks on the tile floor. As I arrived in the living room, I noticed that she'd already killed the playback of the episode I'd been watching and was using the smart TV's remote to access a cloud server.
"Make yourself at home why don't you?" I quipped sarcastically.
"It's Stacy's home, so it's practically my home as well despite your continued presence here." she sneered in response. I close my eyes and breathed deeply as I counted to ten. Whatever the hell her reason for being here, it had to be because of Stacy. So, I forced myself mightily to relax and calm down.
Sophia had always had a way of pushing my buttons instantly. She could piss me off quicker than anyone I'd ever known, and that was saying a lot. From the moment my wife had taken an interest in me, her friend had taken an instant loathing to me. Regardless of Stacy's feelings for me, Sophia took each and every single opportunity to snipe at and belittle me.
On some level, I think she blamed me for taking Stacy away from some of the debauchery that their clique had been reveling in before I came along. Thus, I reserved my sarcasm and comebacks for when my wife wasn't around. It had led to some heated exchanges between me and Sophia once she learned that I wouldn't back down and only tolerated her because of Stacy. I would see what in the hell message she had for me from my love and then I'd happily boot her vicious ass out.
"Sit!" Sophia commanded me while pointing at the opposite loveseat without even looking at me. Refusing to accede to her demand, I crossed my arms and remained where I stood. When she realized I hadn't complied with her order like any other guy, she scowled at me and once again pointed to the loveseat. I simply smiled sweetly at her stood my ground. The seething rage that threatened to boil over in her face made me feel even better.
Finally, she turned back to the TV and activated a video file. Suddenly, the image of my gorgeous wife filled the screen. Admittedly, I am very biased when it comes to Stacy, but she truly is incredibly beautiful. She has a body that porn stars spend thousands of dollars to obtain and a face models would sell their souls to have. Everything about her is natural from her 26-inch waist with flat, toned tummy to her massive 38GGs. Her long mane of copper-red curly hair doesn't just enforce the stereotype of the wild, slutty redhead, she practically invented it. I couldn't help it. My heart actually fluttered when she smiled on the screen because I missed her so badly.
"Hey, baby," Stacy beamed at the camera. "you've been a very naughty boy." At this, Sophia snorted a laugh sarcastically. I glared at her before returning my attention to the screen once again. "I told you before I left that you couldn't ignore what I'm giving you and let it pass. I want you to experience the things I did before we met. You've been an amazing partner and the best lover I've ever had. Part of me doesn't want to be selfish and deny other women the pleasure you can give. So, because you've been lax these few days, I've had to take matters into my own hands. I warned you that I'd do something drastic if you didn't do as I asked. That said, I'm cashing in my birthday chip."
My eyes widened at this. The birthday chip was something I'd come up with back in college when I was so poor that I couldn't afford to give Stacy any lavish gifts. In essence, she could ask me to do something within the bounds of reason, and I had to do it without complaint. For her to be cashing it in without actually being present was a pretty big damned deal.
"Sophia, you're here to help me cash in that chip." A devilish grin crossed her beauty as she said, "You lost our bet two weeks ago which means that you own me, and I'm collecting." I took a measure of satisfaction as I saw Sophia deflate a little at this.
Even though the pair were closer than sisters and loved each other as such, their rivalry when it came to football was the stuff of legend. Sophia had moved to Stacy's home town of Atlanta from New Orleans when she was a kid. This meant that their Falcons/Saints rivalry led to some pretty vicious and scary incidents. They had been betting on games for years, and they always made the other pay in often humiliating and hilarious ways.
In college, this led to gangbangs, public sex, and cumwalks that either had to pay up on. As the realization that Stacy was cashing in Sophia's Saints' loss at the same time as her birthday chip hit me, my stomach dropped in dread at the possibility of what was coming next.
"Since I've had to endure the two people I love most in the world sniping at each other for the past ten years, I think it's time I got some compensation for my misery. The tension between you two needs to stop." My knees gave out, and I collapsed on the couch unknowingly next to Sophia who shared my look of horror. "Sophia, you need to pay up. Baby, you need to take advantage of your Hallpass. So, I want the two of you to fuck each other's brains out tonight. And before either of you even think about weaseling out of this, I need to remind you that I'm watching you right now on the house's security system from my laptop in my hotel room."
I cursed mentally and immediately abandoned the plans I'd been forming of the first lie I would ever tell my wife. I glanced up at the hidden camera in the living room that I'd contracted for when we first moved into our dream home. Every camera had a built-in microphone that could pick up even whispered conversations. The whole system could be accessed from our computers or smart phones from anywhere in there was net access.
In addition, all footage was stored on an on-site server for up to thirty days unless we downloaded it to a portable source. Stacy and I had used the system to keep many of our filthiest sex romps together when in the house.
Stacy's grin held a glint of malevolence as she finished, "Have fun you two!"
